Albert Fein - February 19, 2005

Conclusion

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Uh, about six, six weeks later uh, a guy who was living on the border, a Ukrainian, he was coming for people to take--to carry over the border. So there was going one man, his name was Liederberger, and my father went. He says, "How I can leave a girl by herself there? What she will do there? I have to go, maybe I can help her." So he went and on the boar...on the way, you know, I don't know how they go by train anything. Anyway, the guy never came back and there was word from the border that somebody was shot there. This was my father. After the war I have been there to look, you know, couldn't find no graves, no nothing.

That's the last time you saw him.

Yeah. This was April, I remember. In April...

April '40...

Forty one. No, '42. '42.

And nobody knew...

No. no. You see, there was no court, there was no judgment, there was nothing,. A German sees a Jew, he shoot him, forget it. Nobody ask about him, and, and...